Post by Sham! on Jan 27, 2011 13:52:28 GMT -5
KETHTAZ
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Full Name: Kethtaz
Nickname(s): None
Age: 3 and a half
Gender: Stallion
Species: Horse
Breed(s): Cleveland Bay x Clydesdale
Other: The image I got awhile back, I rp'd him on another site. I know a person named Rosemont did the image, but the graphics site since closed and now I can't locate her again. x.x
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Kethtaz is bay with black Bend Or spots. There are three of them, of which two are displayed in the picture. (example of Bend Ors here: www.theequinest.com/images/bend-or-1.jpg)
He's about 1,600 pounds and 17.2 hands high. His eyes are a very dark brown, almost black and he is completely bay- no white markings besides white feathers. His mane and tail are very bushy, giving him a sweet appearence when some of his forelock flops onto his head. He's very lightly dappled as well.
MIND,
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Kethtaz is very sweet. He doesn't fit into much of anywhere and never tries to hide it. The cheerful bay loves everyone (but does tend to stray away from the big bullies) and loves to please. You might call him stupid, but he's not. He's like a social butterfly, and would never think of doing anything cruel. He's inquisitive, and makes friends easily. He likes to try and help everyone, because, he tells himself, what would it be like to be them? However, he does have a strong leadership streak, and refuses to follow anyone. He does tend to be loquacious sometimes, too, and can be pretty stubborn when he wants something his way. When he's nervous, he doesn't hide it, which makes him weak in the eyes of many. He's almost always brave, just from wanting to help the less fortunate, and never really thinks of himself.
SOUL.
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Kethtaz's history is relatively unknown. It is known, however, that he is a cross-bred and his father was shipped here due to misbehaving. He loves hanging around with the older horses and learning their histories, and in turn, divulges some of his own. Some of it includes that his mother was shot by wild humans, and he distrusts them now. Horses usually scoffed at that, because human beings would not kill a horse, not really, but Kethtaz refused to be put down and still insisted it was the truth. He latches on to herds until he's chased out, or sometimes he just leaves. Kethtaz is pretty much a happy-go-lucky, ignorant fellow.
(DO THIS PART ONCE)
Your Name: Sammy
Joining Password: nylassi? (No seriously I couldn't find anywhere saying THIS IS THE JOING PASSOWORD HERE: ____ so I assumed that was it xD)
RP Example:
Kethtaz strode along the wide expanse of whiteness, his lanky legs swinging along. He held his big bay head high, watching for other drafts that might snap at him. He wasn't a well-known character, but those who met him spread the word about the strange draft cross. He didn't care. Let them ruin their lives with stress and anger, he thought peacefully. I am content with who I am. He broke into a loose lope, enjoying the wind blowing into his mane.
His hooves hit the snow in muted thunks, rhythmic but with no melody. He began to hum cheerfully to his hoof beats. His carefree nature was showing, and he began to lengthen strides into a gallop. The white snow started flying in a cloud behind him, him picking up speed. This was the life! He lifted his head and loosed a loud whinny to express his joy at just living.
He cocked an ear just to listen to his own echo of the noise. Suddenly, he heard another noise that wasn't his own. A low, sad, desperate, whinny echoed his in a more southerly direction. He snorted. Anybody that sad could seriously use some help. Skidding to a stop and slipping a few more feet, he turned his direction again and swung loosely along to the source of the noise. The dark grey sky seemed to become one with the snow on the distant horizon, but closer to home there was a lone fae. He slowed into a ground-eating trot and stopped near her, but not enough to invade her privacy.
"Hello," he said cheerfully. "My name's Kethtaz, dear. You seem a bit confused. I'd trot right over, but I really wouldn't want to invade your space. Because, so many stallions just trot right up and scare everyone off. I think it's really quite rude, don't you?" Pausing for a breath, he added, "May I approach you? I'd like to help." He pricked his ears, and really the young, happy-go-lucky draft was the picture of innocence.
His bay coat gleamed handsomely in the swiftly approaching sun, like a bolt of bronze on the white backdrop. The wind blew his black tresses around and some whipped his face as his large brown eyes blinked at her curiously, eyeing her scars but not asking about them. It was rude to ask about things you had no right to know about, he figured. And if she ever got to trust him, then she could tell him of her own free will.
(like I said, that was from another site, so if you don't get anything, I don't blame you xD I'm just recyclinggg.) [/size]
